Priest’s sperm
Dark hallway, lamps are out
The time has come and father Murphy is coming down.
Dried holy water on the palms
Protected by safety of own god.
Over 200 innocents, lowered eyes
And many more kneeling down.
Turn the crosses upside down, pee in the water
I don’t wanna see the game called god.
Words are stuffed with feathers of angels
There is no way to believe in this mockery.
Buy out by ‘’The Lord’s Prayer’’, writing in bible.
Your sperm is clean my son again.
Make on the back under cross made of copper
Treating like a whore, inscribing in memory.
Word locked in casket and the mouth locked
You’ll stay a priest and more children will be convulsing
Under your body
Facing the relics of the church.

Concentrated tourism
Rusty tracks are being crossed
By shocked masses who paid their tickets.
Unforgettable trip to the centre of horror.
Those who haven’t seen themselves couldn’t believe.
Used to be powerful factories of death of human fates
And masses are walking through them again.
Everyone squeezing in to a gas chambers, skipping the queues
At Auschwitz and Birkenau surrounded by barbed wire.
Everyday Japanese friend armed with cameras are coming
And between them groups of baldy idiots mixing
Kneeling to fuhrer spitting on memorial.
Concentrated tourism that feels like a horror
Take pictures of death and money will pay
Then at the gate of hell buy some postcards
It was so nice here, just attach the stamp.

The Salmons
I scratch your back you scratch mine, everyone is doing well,
Eating carcasses, that are in their ways, with the smile on the cheek.

We are all open minded, we expose them for admiration,
They puking a golden shit into them and no one cares.

Sewers emptying their contents to the seas, throwing streams of poison,
Nearby island full of corpses,
The big brothers forgot they are not the only ones living here.
The organisations of environmentalists sufficiently paid,
Washing their money’s filth, Our planet needs that.

The armies of parasites, living from destruction,
All the obstructions overcame for money and
All these poisons will be washed by healthy brands.

Can’t believe my eyes this world is full of fuck ups
Full of fuck ups wanting be a leader of masses.
Right at the door I wanna vomit at you
To your face and on your 88 logo cloths too.
Impudence reaching its top when I see them at out gatherings.
Attitude of the most becomes an absurd as they are hiding as rats in cages.
Right at the door I wanna kick you
Into the mouth which doesn’t know that decent people do not salute sieg heil.